My Dad's stud horse was a 16-2 sorrel with a blanket and four complete stockings, probably about 1200 pounds, with Top Deck / Native Dancer / Nasrullah in the bloodline. Don't see too many Apps that look like Secretariat in a snowstorm. As a baby, when it was hot, he would methodically climb, one leg at a time, all the way into a steel horse trough and splash around fer hours playing around and staying cool. Then he would methodically climb out, one leg at a time, like no big deal, never once panicked or fell. During a wash he would grab the end of the hose in his teeth and just stand there and suck the water out. Clever lad.

Ol Tunder is his grandson.

BE WELL, BUT NOT DONEHank: "Do you know how to start a man's heart with a downed power line?" Bobby: "No."Hank: "Well, there's really no wrong way to do it."

Boots wrote:My Dad's stud horse was a 16-2 sorrel with a blanket and four complete stockings, probably about 1200 pounds, with Top Deck / Native Dancer / Nasrullah in the bloodline. Don't see too many Apps that look like Secretariat in a snowstorm. As a baby, when it was hot, he would methodically climb, one leg at a time, all the way into a steel horse trough and splash around fer hours playing around and staying cool. Then he would methodically climb out, one leg at a time, like no big deal, never once panicked or fell. During a wash he would grab the end of the hose in his teeth and just stand there and suck the water out. Clever lad.

Ol Tunder is his grandson.

Nice story.My friend who passed away 3 years ago, he trained for me til he got sick.he told me his dad used to have a horse that would play with a stick, throw it up and catch it. I never doubted him the story. You hear of them unbolt ing stable doors as well.